#blair and nate

[waldorfavenue]

[vanderwoodlings]

okay okay here me out season 4 rewrite: tripp drains the brake fluid out of nate's limo in the beginning of season four, and it works. nate's car does crash, and he is presumed dead.

if we're going to kill off one main character, nate would be the best option. he's the only person universally loved by literally everyone. he basically sat around doing nothing for the past season and a half except for dating different girls.

setting up for this in the first few episodes of season 4 is just a mini arc about grandfather choosing nate over tripp or something because instead of hooking up all summer, nate worked hard at an internship idk. ANYWAY

after the funeral, chuck grieves. imagine how bad his breakdown was after bart bass and multiply that x100, since nate and him actually had a good relationship and nate is chucks only friend. to give the actor something to do, he could show up like bart did that one episode of season 3 and basically lecture chuck about morality the whole time lmao. it always felt like chuck's redemption was unearned and the 'arc' consisted of three episodes, so having chuck actually confront his inner demons and spend time working through them would be a nice change. so chuck is just a mess and drinking and not managing bass industries, pushing everyone, like lily away. including blair.

after hearing of nate's death, blair also has somewhat of a breakdown and immediately goes back to comfort chuck, as she always does. except he pushes her away, yet again, and blair realizes that he has to be alone. she also grapples with a slight return of her feelings for nate and wonders if things would have been different had she not broken up with him at prom. dan ends up being the one to comfort her (because serena has run away, yet again, as she does in times of distress). i'd get rid of the baby milo and scott stuff because neither of those arcs went anywhere. they notice something was off about nate's death. i really really loved when they were solving the mystery of juliet so it would be fun to see them working together again. they grow closer because of this, setting them up for a romance.

serena is also consumed by guilt, because she thinks if she hadn't broken up with nate, then he wouldn't have taken that internship and gone on the limo to that retreat. this is when she isolates herself and starts the secret affair with tripp, instead of it happening last season (imo serenate should have gotten together far sooner). serena accidentally discovers evidence that tripp killed nate but doesn't realize what it is. she offhandedly mentions it to blair in a roundabout way as so not to out her affair, and blair, who has been collecting evidence with dan puts the pieces together.

i'm honestly not sure where to fit vanessa into all of this but she stays broken up with dan after the end of s3.

blair and dan go and talk to chuck, who has just started processing his grief and coming to terms with what a terrible person he has been. then, he uses his immense resources so they can all go scheme and take down tripp, which is the midseason finale.

in the last 5 minutes of the midseason finale, chuck returns to his apartment and finds nate sitting on the couch, unaware that everyone has thought he was dead for months.

(nate is too fine to stay dead)

then, the juliet arc (last good arc of the show imo) could pick up in the second half of the season, along with dair and them all dealing with the fact that their dead friend is alive.

ben can rot in jail for the rest of his life.

Are people just using my inbox to pitch their partially formulated au concepts now? I’m down for this y’all should do it more

So. Nate’s death being the thing that finally snaps what’s between Chuck and everyone else feels good. Feels right. If he managed to really start his way to becoming a better person, which… I believe that’s possible for everyone but that doesn’t mean it’s likely, it would be a really long, hard process and man now I’m thinking about old meta (@mrs-nate-humphrey’s I think?) that pointed out how Eva’s work would’ve made her very aware of consent and that whole plot was so weird on so many fucking levels

(And, also, I can see Nate coming back, trying to fish him out, and Serena going with him because Blair’s been unpacking a whole lot of shit and she just won’t but if Nate’s going somewhere sketchy, Serena’s following—and they find him and he’s. Well. It’s not pretty. And Serena kind of loses her cool and Nate just does not get it because he’s been ignoring the Chuck of it all for so long

And Dan or Vanessa or whoever has to explain to him why they haven’t fished Chuck out. The kind of things they’ve let themselves admit to. Nate goes back, angry this time, and… none of it lands. There’s no point, no catharsis, nothing to do with his anger and his shame. And he gets it. He leaves, disgusted)

(I actually have this image in my head, also, of Blair showing up to find Serena half-packed and just absolutely losing it because she fucking cannot have this happen, Serena cannot make a run for it this time, she will hold her there physically if she has to, and this turns into a classic Blair-Serena ‘we get angriest at each other because we are the only people who we know are safe to do that with’ fight and then Blair does, in fact, tackle Serena and then they’re just. Sobbing. And holding each other. And Serena promises to stay)

Man, if you did this with Milo, Dan would be a literal corpse. I mean… oof

So we’ll say instead he and Georgina have had a weird roommate summer where Vanessa and Nate are highly suspicious of everything but it’s honestly been a fairly stabilizing force in the life of Georgina Sparks and helped Dan cope a lot with the Jenny situation… and then she fucks right off as this is all going down. Maybe even right before it, make the chaos and pain in her wake incidental

Which means Vanessa and Dan and Nate have been kind of a team with blairena out of town, and Nate and Vanessa especially, and then… this

Vanessa is the one who’s fucking spiraling, consumed by guilt, trying not to make accusations at Tripp that aren’t going to hold up because she sees something there, something not quite right, because she knows she can’t say that about a fucking van der Bilt, but everyone in their circle can still see she’s holding on by a thread

Dan is coping through caretaker mode, at this point, and Serena is the one who passes along the callout of the classic Humphrey white knight complex happening there, because she knows him like the back of her hand, and he asks her who she’s screwing these days and it’s mean and petty and nasty and correct—though I wouldn’t necessarily move forward the Tripp affair, personally, just give her another Bad Decision. So Dan and Serena are being incredibly horrible to each other and dragging each other out to see the sun. As they do

Blairnessa make a good odd couple, but I do agree about dair making the superior Scheme Team—I can see them both getting a “wait she has a point” moment at the same time and then both going to investigate and falling in step with some semi-comedic improv when they keep ending up at the same places

So that puts Serena and Vanessa together, both of them having lost Nate and just. Struggling. And Vanessa is doing better, and Serena’s doing everything she can to perform Better TM, and they’re engaging in some weird community art project so as not to talk about their feelings, and they do their cute competitive thing and goof off and end up talking about their feelings anyway

(And then, again, Serena isn’t screwing Tripp now, but she sees the murder board at last and uses her previous knowledge of Tripp to provide what they need)

(The beat in my head of Serena showing up to get coffee with Vanessa or something and Dan and Blair and Vanessa all looking at her like squirrels hit by a flashlight. And her just like. Hm. Well. Actually,)

(What would be really delightfully insane to do with Vanessa would be to go for the Juliet plot on time, actually, and have terrible horrible manipulative julnessa also occurring throughout all of this)

One of the things that would’ve fixed serenate for me, I think, would’ve been Serena getting to pine for Nate properly in return, so I can see a 4b serenate arc where she is two steps from kissing him at all times and utterly vibrating with it and also awful about it

I love the idea of Nate hiding out in Brooklyn (because his family and his face are all over literally everything at this point because trying to kill your cousin will make that happen and he just hates everything) and being in the loft and learning to act like a human who has to cook for himself for the first time, and realizing he’s getting weirdly closer to being free of it all than he’d actually let himself want in a long time

[bellzsad]

situationship final boss

[in-my-zone]

Blair and Nate in another universe

[senamarais]

My Favourite Screenshots from Gossip Girl: Season Five, Part 2.

[theoversky]

Married Nate and Blair by AI

[tvshowscouples]

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[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[alicelairds]

i'm right, btw (inspo)

[bloody-cupcakes]

Serena van der Woodsen who uses her status to get you into every party you could ever possibly want.

Blair Waldorf who protects you from Vanessa, Jenny, Georgina- anyone and everyone who could potentially be seen as a threat to you.

Nate Archibald who's always there for you if you ever need anything, whether that be a shoulder to cry on or just a friend.

Chuck Bass who lavishes you with the most expensive gifts possible, ones that he knows nobody else would ever be able to afford.

The Non-Judging Breakfast Club loving you and obsessing over you and needing you to be theirs and theirs alone, regardless of whether you want to be or not. After all, you're not the one who gets to make the decisions here, they do.

[waldorfavenue]

[vanderwoodlings]

blairenate hc's?

Okay well 1) read and it’s ever present everywhere by @strideofpride

2) Blair and Serena know each other before they know Nate. For like ten minutes. Neither of them remember this, but he always does—the two of them sitting together has been photocopied over and over through his memory until the image of it has faded away and all is left is the fact. Maybe they weren’t even sitting. Maybe they were outside. He doesn’t know

The thing about having two hot best friends and being bisexual is that there’s a natural conclusion to draw here. One would think Serena avoided the “I just saw Blair and Nate kissing and I don’t know how to feel about how I felt about it” fueled crisis but the truth is she had so many other crises running at the same time that her efforts to make sure no one noticed didn’t even have to be good to work

Nate and Serena are both… they’re both genuinely nice, if not genuinely good at all times. Blair picked them because of that, because back when they were little, Serena was the sun around which their kindergarten turned and Nate was still blond enough to be all the stars trailing after her. Sometimes she regrets latching onto them

Blair used to read Nate poetry, back in middle school—it started with an English assignment that just wouldn’t even out in front of his eyes, that he needed to memorize but he couldn’t get the words right in the first place, and she’d picked it up and asked if his ears were still functioning. Love poetry, sometimes, which still makes him laugh at how oblivious he was, and a lot of stuff he thought was stupid, but there are reams of it locked away in his head that still play back sometimes. You do not have to walk on your knees, he tells himself a lot, and it sounds like her

Serena and Nate would practice out on the school fields together, after everyone else went home, Eric and Blair sitting together on the bleachers. Neither of them (none of them) wanted to go home, Nate to too much and Serena to too little. So they’d do drills that carried over despite the rule changes between girls and boys lacrosse, and judge each other’s form, and run sprints until they were dripping with sweat and the sun was going down. Sometimes, on the really bad days, Serena would tell Nate she was coming to his place, and he’d nod and smile and pretend she was doing him a favor and not the other way around, and she would love him so fiercely it ached

Blair has never been able to explain exactly what it is Serena means to her. She says best friend and she means it but there’s a million other things there, ones she doesn’t know how to put to words when her (adult, post-college, post-everything) friends raise their eyebrows and give her those half-pitying looks that say they wonder why she does all of this. She thinks of Serena waiting for her, coming back for her, the never-still center of the universe seeking out Blair’s hand to hold her up, and she figures the least she can do is the same

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you do “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club ?

sure thing! thanks for the poly njbc request btw <3

(original prompt list can be found here btw in case y'all wanna request something)

Sharing Is Caring (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)

Warnings: makeout session between the reader and Chuck, offscreen sex/implied smut, hickeys mentioned, fluff other than that

It wasn't always easy being in a polycule, especially one with four of the most well-known Upper East Siders there ever were, but if there was one perk to the chaos of it all it was you never had to worry about running out of clothing.

Take now, for example. You couldn't find any of your own clothes, so naturally you just scouted around the shared penthouse for something, anything to wear before heading out for the day. You were meeting Dan for coffee and didn't want to end up being late.

After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to get together enough articles of clothing to make an outfit, and with that you were off, not bothering to check who the clothes belonged to before leaving. You were sure your partners wouldn't mind if you borrowed their stuff. They never did, because to them it was just further proof you were theirs.

"Hey," you greeted Dan in a slightly breathless voice, having rushed out of the penthouse to the coffee shop so you'd make it on time. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off. What's up?"

"Well, I see the maid forgot to get your laundry done this morning," he quipped dryly while his eyes flickered along your form, noting the mismatched clothing. Nate's pants, Blair's shirt, Serena's scarf, Chuck's jacket... "As a matter of fact, do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?"

"Haha, Dan. Very funny." You rolled your eyes lightheartedly at the question, though you took the moment to glance down at your outfit before realizing he was right. "Um... my underwear is mine, I think. Maybe, I don't know. I didn't really check before putting clothes on."

"Ew," he responded as his nose wrinkled up in disgust. "That was a little bit more information than I needed to know."

"Hey, you asked. I was just answering your question," you gave a casual, unbothered shrug as you replied.

"Whatever. I didn't meet up with you so I could talk about whether the underwear you have on is yours or not," he said before changing the subject to something else. The two of you chatted for a good hour or so, starting to walk down the streets together after getting your coffee. You were just about to point out the time when a limo pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It didn't take a genius to realize who it belonged to.

Dan rolled his eyes while muttering something about unnecessary wealth, which you just ignored. The window to the backseat rolled down, revealing none other than Chuck. "I was in the area and figured you may need a ride given how cold it is," he spoke in that smooth baritone of his before you could ask what he was doing there.

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. As if he didn't already know about you meeting up with Dan from Serena. You knew you couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sure you were just 'in the area'," you said as he got out, holding the door open for you while shooting Dan a smug look that said "I get to have more time with them than you do".

"I guess I'll just catch up with you later, then," Dan grumbled as he watched you disappear into the back of the limo, clearly not too pleased about his meet-up with you getting cut short.

"Bye, Dan," you called out once Chuck got back in and the limo started to pull away, putting the window back up so the car wouldn't be affected by the cold chill in the air. You spoke again after a moment or so. "We need to stop by the penthouse before lunch so I can change."

"Why do you need to change? I think you look absolutely delectable in what you're wearing," Chuck purred out as his eyes flickered hungrily up and down your body where you sat in the backseat, taking in your choice of clothing.

"Nothing that I'm wearing is mine, Chuck. None of it matches, either," you began, your next sentence getting cut off by a squeal of surprise as he pulled you into his lap.

"You don't need to change. You look fine," he insisted as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you in his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the others would agree with me."

"Blair wouldn't. She'd think I look like an unorganized mess," you pointed out between kisses, instinctively tilting your head to the side as he started to trail his mouth down your jaw to your neck.

"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it, because we're not stopping." Chuck was a man of his word. Rather than taking you back to the penthouse so you could get changed, he took you in the backseat instead before you met with the rest of your partners for lunch.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you once you got there and wrapped an arm snugly around your waist so your legs wouldn't give out, knowing how weak they currently were from your earlier activities. You were just happy the scarf you had on was hiding the fresh hickeys on your neck.

Everyone had the expected response to seeing you wear their clothes. Serena thought you looked amazing regardless, Blair questioned your taste minus the shirt you had on (and that was only because it belonged to her), and Nate had to be told who's clothes they were by Serena after commenting on how familiar they looked.

"Why couldn't you just put on your own clothes this morning?" Nate questioned in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that you all agreed made him look like a puppy dog. A golden retriever, to be exact.

"Because I couldn't find any this morning when I looked, and I didn't want to be late to meet Dan." Noticing the scowl on Chuck's face at your words, you added, "Oh, relax. And unclench your jaw before you crack a tooth."

Serena giggled at the interaction before reaching her hand across the table to rest on top of yours. "Well, I think our stuff looks good on you. After all, sharing is caring, right?"

You couldn't argue with her there. Sharing was caring, especially in your case. And given just how much you loved your partners and the dynamic you shared with them, you wouldn't have it any other way.

End notes: I know there wasn't a big section with the actual njbc but I'm always eager to write more for them if y'all want!

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, gossip girl.

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | three best friends, a boyfriend and gossip blog page. what's the worst could happen?

y/n winfrey was the resident IT girl of the upper-east side, alongside her friends serena and blair. but underneath all that glamour, popularity and luxury, is just a girl who misses how it was.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | nate archibald x fem!reader, platonic!serena van der woodsen x fem!reader, platonic!blair waldorf x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(s) | best friends to strangers to friends to lovers. this is a fanfiction for nate, but there is also subplots with reader, blair and serena. canon gossip girl stuff like drama, underage drinking/drug usage, DRAMA, mentions of SA, family issues, oh did i mention drama?

౨ৎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | okay so, i'm rewatching gossip girl and i fell back in love with nate (pretty boy) archibald. but i also realized how much of a SLUT!! he is, like genuinely, he wants everyone (and their moms). but anyway, this is very much canon gossip girl but i'm changing the plot as it goes on HAHAH.

i also don't know how much i'll write, i may just write for season 1 and then stop, not sure yet. guess we'll figure out as we go. let me know your thoughts, inbox is ALWAYS open for anything! kk, love ya guys

original characters.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

. . .

navigation!

[sukunasbow]

sfw hcs, nate archibald.

summary: nate and sfw hcs!

warnings: not yet proofread!

notes: sorry for the inactivity but i plan on this being my first comeback post aka i’m returning very soon! stay tuned for my halloween event 🤭

The original and best golden retriever boyfriend out there.

He’s so obsessed with you, literally worships the ground you walk on.

It took some time for the two of you to finally get together, as you were worried about Blair’s reaction, but she ended up being supportive, since you were happy.

He loves spoiling you but hates when you spoil him. He’ll buy you anything you want or ask for but as soon as you spend even a dollar on him, he’ll insist on paying you back or buying you something in return.

His favourite date with you isn’t some expensive restaurant, he just loves when he gets to come over to your house and order takeout while watching a movie.

That being said, he doesn’t mind going out to a fancy place if you ask. Of course, he insists on paying though.

Whenever he’s having family issues and needs to get away, he always goes to you for comfort and a place to stay until he’s back on his feet.

Speaking of family issues, even though he doesn’t always know how to voice his appreciation, you’re always there to step up and defend him against his father or anyone else whenever he can’t.

Your family adores him and constantly asks about him, he’s literally the most respectful boyfriend you could’ve asked for.

Nate definitely loves wearing couples costumes during Halloween or having a sleepover and wearing matching pyjamas during Christmas, even though he pretends it’s silly.

In conclusion, this man loves you so much and sees you as his lifetime partner, you’re just so special to him.

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